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The Story of NitiJuly 22, 2013
This will be quite a stretch, and I hope you don't judge me for this, because this is a story that holds much sadness and subsequent hope in my heart. I copied it from a Skype chat when I was asking someone for advice.
Niti is part reality, and part imaginary. There is actually a girl named Niti out there. I suppose she's a woman now, she turned 18 last month. We created our avatars, Matt and Niti, to be ideal in traits to suit both of us. It was love, I suppose. But then I haven't heard from her for the longest time. I've given up on finding her.
We knew each other briefly in elementary school. Somehow, there was an English girl in my 5th grade class who had a thing for me and I was so wrapped up chasing some other girl I didn't notice her! (Said other girl ended up turning into a whore and getting knocked up in 8th grade by an undetermined 10th grader.) Niti found me on facebook in I wanna say 2010, saying that she had wanted to talk to me for forever. She told me about
The Meaning of FaithThis essay was written for my college English Composition class, but I wanted to publish it on DeviantART. I like what I said and wanted to share it with others.
Faith is an extremely abstract term, with as many definitions as there are people on this earth. But there isn't a real definition that everyone can agree on. I can tell you what I think it isn't, but that doesn't mean that it isn't that. According to Urban Dictionary, faith is “insubstantial, irrational belief.” “Glorified ignorance.” It is “belief in something despite all evidence to the contrary.” But that is not what I think it is. Faith is at its core an absolute confidence or trust in the path that you believe in. It also has many fundamental levels revolving around the core of it that are just as important as the faith itself. The layers are essential to define as they are what differentiate true faith from “glorified ignorance.” These layers involve how it works around ot
Character Profile - Varpa ZagintiCharacter Profile:
Name: Varpa Zaginti
Nicknames: Var, Varp
Species: Tentacle Monster (Tentaclax)
Age: Somewhere along the lines of 15-16 (An adult tentaclax)
Hello. I Varpa. Do no be scared. I no going hurt you. Wait, where you going? Why you run? Come back! Please!
... *Sigh* I no like talking about me. Ask Vivi...
Varpa is a tentaclax unlike what you'd expect. He isn't a sex addict or a rapist. He doesn't like things that are too complex, preferring simpler things and simpler pleasures. He has a very good grasp of language as far as tentaclex go, he can actually hold a conversation. He's very affectionate, caring and loves to spend time with others. Unfortunately, most people don't want to spend time with him.
Vivienne, Sweet foods, Naps, Relaxation, TV, Hugs, Outdoors
Ignorant People, Reading, Writing, Drawing, Cleaning, Vegetables, Mint-flavored things
Varpa was born to an ordina
Character Profile - Vivienne WindhamCharacter Profile:
Name: Vivienne Windham
Nicknames: Vivi, Vi
Species: Timber Wolf
Ummm... Hi, I'm Vivienne... I like nature and cooking... I really enjoy fishing, my dad taught me how to... Um... well, I have a boyfriend. He's kind of a strange guy. Most people laugh at me and say that I'm insane, or even call me a slut for being with him. But... He isn't as horrible as people say he is! Just because he's the kind of creature he is, people automatically think that he's a horrible person... Wh-what kind of creature? Um... well... he's a... a tentacle monster... H-hey, wait! Don't run away, come back! D8
Vivienne is a shy, nerdy wolf. She is introverted to a point where she has trouble making conversation. Because of this, she never made very many friends growing up. She has trouble opening up to people, but when she does, it's worth it. She's kind, trustworthy, generous, and loves to help those she cares about.
What's a guy to do?What's a guy to do
When he fights with his friend
And the end looks bleak for them?
What's a guy to do
When he cannot amend
The troubles and sorrows from him?
What's a guy to do
When he betrays his closest confidant
So close that they were like brothers?
What's a guy to do
When a disaster he didn't want
Strains the brotherhood of love for another...?
Part 1: Why does God allow bad things to happen?“I had heard about You before, but now I have seen You.”
This is part of a journal series examining the age old question, "Why does God allow bad things to happen?"
Part 2: http://fav.me/d6kwg5t "Why do bad things happen to good people?"
Part 3: http://fav.me/d6lobn0 "My end is my beginning."
Part 4: http://fav.me/d6mk391 "We don't know what good is."
Part 5: http://fav.me/d6nj8xh "Five points of light."
Part 6: http://fav.me/d6v2g6a "Why do bad things happen if God is good?" (audio)
The Father Who Gives You Strength
This excerpt is taken from "The Father Who Gives You Strength" by Max Lucado
It all happened in one day. One day he could choose his tee time at the nicest golf course in the country; the next he couldn’t even be the caddie. One day he could Lear jet across the country to see the heavyweight bout at the Las Vegas Mirage. The next he couldn’t afford a city bus across town.
Talk about calm becoming chaos. . .
The first thing to go is his empire.
ContemplatingSomething Deep Within
That I want more than Anything
Something Deep Inside
That I Refuse to do
Something Deep Within
Something Deep Inside
That I'm wishing to be Forgotten
Deeply Forgotten, I won't do it
I know I will Regret
I Forget that which had grown Deep Within
I Deeply forget that which was Inside
My Life Belongs to Me!
It wasIt was not the cutting of words
That had finally killed me
It was my inability
To stop the bleeding afterwords
Knife To The ChestFather God I am mad at you
I shouldn't be but uncontrollably am
Is this a taste of how I really live my life?
Give a little of something amazing and rip it away
It feels like a knife to the chest twisted and wrenched
A spoonful the mistakes and actions given back to me to swallow
I shouldn't take this out on you... I know this is what is meant to be
But you lead me on too and I had finally felt free
Back to the pit I feel I am alone and left with the hole in my chest
It is a tease to the extreme because I was ready to surrender it all to you
Now I desire to rebel for reasons that I shouldn't
I need you here now to wrap me in your arms and tell me you love me
By: Matt Sieradzki August 30th 2010 1802
I am going to commit suicideI'm tired of always hearing these voices...
I've been here just as long as you have,
I'm tired of being enslaved...
You don't to want to stay?,
I'm tired of talking...
Come on it isn't that bad,
I'm tired of giving in...
I open it up as i write...
It looks so beautiful when it shines...
Quick and fast; that way there'll be no pain,
I rest it down to reconsider...
You don't have all day,
Better now than never...
Good, no one wants you here anyway
I take a breath...
I think a thought...
I pick up The Sword...
Maybe a few more minutes?
It's in my heart now...
Even as i write...
I feel better.
I can look up into the sky now
and lift my hands as I fall...
before The One in Existence...
Thank You Lord for Your Word,
that is sharper than any sword,
even double edged
My flesh has been killed...
Objective Proof of GodIf I tossed a coin 2000 times and called it right every single time, what would you think?
I can only imagine some of the things you would be thinking, but they would all stem from one rationalization: that what was happening defied logic.
To make sure we are on the same page, let me give you some quick facts about the Bible: The Bible was written over a span of about 1500 years (from 1445 BC to 95 AD) in 3 continents, in 3 languages, by 40 authors, and has 66 books. It's mostly a collection of letters written to churches. We can verify the dates of the books of the Bible through the efforts of historians, linguists, and archeologists.
" . . . a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet. . . They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing." Psalm 22: 17-18
What event is this verse referring to? If you have a basic knowledge of Christianity, then you know this is talking about Jesus' crucifixion. If you
Learn to DIeEvery time I fell,
You told me to get up and keep going.
Every time I spoke,
You told me to shut up and follow orders.
I didnt expect any different in battle.
But it was.
Every time I fell,
You pulled me back and sheltered me with your life.
Every time I spoke,
You listened as if I was an angel singing you to heaven.
I guess you knew what to expect.
You were taught to die, but trained me how to live.
And I wish I could have lived to learn the rest.
Dancing With Jesus"Mommy, I wanna dance with Jesus!"
Dallas stared at her young daughter Susan as she lay on her deathbed. Susan had had cancer for five years and the doctors didn't know what else to do. They tried everything, but the cancer found some way of getting back in to little Susan's system. Her young daughter's last request seemed...different. She knew that Susan meant it; she wanted to dance with Jesus ever since she told Susan that Jesus always dances with princesses like herself. Ever since then, Susan's dream was to dance in the arms of The Savior.
"Am I really a princess, mommy?" Susan asked with after a violent cough.
Dallas held her daughter's hand in hers. "Of course sweetie. You are His princess as well as mine."
"Then, He's really gonna dance with me, mommy! He really is!" Susan giggled.
Dallas wiped the tears from her eyes. She hated seeing her daughter in such anguish, but she knew that God had wanted her now...she just didn't want to let go of her only child.
"Mommy, why are you c
if you need help making it through the dayremember:
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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